User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-3124101-20111119193641/@comment-25220117-20111119201206

''The Warehouse is dimly lit, but the flickering shadows of several creatures-The weasel, four searats and a fox-are easily seen upon the walls. Several crates and bags line the walls and are scattered across the floor, piled upon each other as if waiting to be shipped off. The weasel and one of the searats motions to an open crate, the pair stepping right up to it "We was `opin' ye cudd check these crates afore we send `em off fer ye-We changed our minds `bout `elpin' ye, ye' see-We `ate dem Rusted Claw scummies almost as much as we `ate Mondays" The weasel explains, his yellowed teeth gleaming'' "So, will ye check, me fine scaly sir?"